Shogunate of Venezuela [CVnU Empire]

@_nox_: And that's why Kurt uses it xD

@pyrogram

Mark has dual Trion katanas.

@_nox_: Kurt's lucky though, he can just construct any material he wants.

I didn't say I need the Vibranium to be Vibranium.

@pyrogram

What does Kurt need to create the materials? Does he need have seen it? Touched it? Or can he just do it? Because....I think I have some very good uses for a power like that.

Glacier uses a basketball =P

@_nox_: Nothing really, just his imagination. I've got a ton of OOC uses, but IC he uses it sparingly.

@pyrogram

So if I wanted Radion, a material that gives New Gods allergic fits then he could technically create it.

@_nox_: If he knew what it was, theoretically yes. But you won't be able to take it away unless you're close to him. It vanishes after a while (say he made you a gun, after you left his presence it would vanish).

@pyrogram

Like the green lantern constructs and spider webs. I thought as much.

@_nox_: Yeah. Apart from his constructs, unlike Lantern's, aren't anything to do with willpower etc. He can make one the same strength being on death bed with no hope, or happy as if he was high.

Carbon Nanotubes, son.

Conflict was always on the horizon in this world it didn't take potent special vision to see that. Before Savage assaults there was a taking of Iceland. Before that, there was a dinosaur park disaster, and before that an Agaurdian invasion and an alien invasion. The list went on month after month there was turmoil. And while Ivana had been away from the scene a few months she was known for being an antagonist of the masses. She'd been apart of assaults on DC and Gothic, perhaps her greatest acomplishment however was claiming an empire with a single blade throw.

Which raised another alarm, from the Savage conflict Alex knew Ivana had some ties to Orpheous. Orpheous, through help of a small batch of comrades had made a similar victory. With little effort and perfect execution Orpheous and his companions claimed Iceland. A unified front from the two could be disastrous, unlikely perhaps but still a danger. All the more dreadful when considering psychology, be it alone or once more through assistance of others the ruler of Venezeula was likely to be forging new plans. Most warriors were not fond of losing, conflicts didn't end with tactful retreating. Eventually the premier mutant of all things combative would strike again. And she had the deadliest army in the world.

A Knightfall could dump what seemed like endless funds on machines of futuristic war. Maverick was the MVP of military contracts. Ivana though had an army of mutants an unknown number of soldiers with an unknown variation of powers and training. Consider an army of just a hundred, that's a hundred super powers at the least. Then apply squad training and the possibility of the mystic Arcani arts and the potential risk was multiplied drastically. Especially when considering how versatile such forces could be when led proper. Satar had successfully launched a rather daring raid made possible by only a few forces. If Ivana could network such allies as she'd been shown and packed the army she very easily could possess any region in the world could easily become the next target. Someone needed to keep taps on this architect of war.

Entering Venezeula though wasn't easy for a 'human' however, such racial bindings would make many unable to walk freely within the nation. That was why Alex went, she was a mutant archer that was all really by most glances. Her career as a soldier of Maverick was minimalistic so far. Jurasic World was vague on what happened, no mention of her role just Mavericks. She'd gone to Iceland but her efforts were in submarines not in an open field. On the attack of the central building of the lead PMC Alex was a sniper completely out of site. Her most unsubtle moment was during the Savage assault but there she was on a roof and swiftly relocated into the building in a battle that was brief and filled with exsplosions. With any luck her presence there was also minimal. So a smart mutant girl with tech and a bow was all the guards at the bridge saw. Those inside the walls might be another story.

Once she'd entered the mutant capital she did admittedly take time to wander and explore. Part of her was strategical, mapping ou high points, ways to retreat out of site lines, locating where armed forces were. However a part of her was just naturally explorative and excited, Alex had taken up her role partly to see the world and explore. So visiting the utopia was quite endearing and perhaps faintly distracting. With any luck her image would attract recruiting attention and give her a natural ticket into investigation.

(Hopefully bumping the thread was okay >.> had nothing to post in so thought I'd throw a new line into the bond see if I can get something going)

@apex_: Still an rpg poet.

@charlemagne: Thanks ^.^ I'm not in the upper A Listers of writers IE you Impero LL etc but I like to think I has some style

@apex_: Never talk your way out of a compliment.

@charlemagne: fine I take it back I'm fckn amazing

Welcome back by the way :)

@apex_:

@apex_: Intruder!

@ape_x: if this was planet of the apes sure but it's not so shut up Donkey Kong ^.^

@apex_:

...stupid glass.

@apex_:

A disturbance...

It was very slight, fleeting. Most would have considered nothing more than an odd feeling, one that would pass swiftly and could be safely ignored and forgotten, but the Demon of Silence was not most; he was well aware that a raging inferno could easily be ignited by the smallest spark. Someone had penetrated the capital's security, someone potentially dangerous. Granted, the Shogunate was constantly at risk of being infiltrated by spies, saboteurs, and assassins, but those that the conventional security forces could not handle were generally neutralized with swift brutality by the Orochi. This one, however, felt different.

He strode from his quarters to a balcony that afforded a truly breathtaking view of the city below. Cloaked head to toe in dark robes and armor, the Demon who now masqueraded as the Orochi known as the Masked Beast rested his hands on the railing and reached forth with his vast and malevolent consciousness, seeking a more revealing contact with the mind that had ever so slightly brushed against his psychic web, but the mind he sought was not so easy to locate. He had not even picked up enough to identify the intruder with any certainty. That did not, however, preclude the possibility of being proactive.

He gave no signal, visual or verbal, for he did not need to. At his telepathic command, a hulking, misshapen shadow loomed up in the doorway behind him, as bestial eyes fixed upon his still form, awaiting instructions. The Veiled Beast turned, and the gazes of the two daemonic entities met. In the blink of an eye, more communication took place between the silent figures than could have occurred in the course of an hour-long conversation. Suddenly, with a swiftness that was staggering for a creature of such size, the shadow disappeared over the rails of the balcony, disappearing silently into the humid night. The orders had been given, and they would be obeyed.

@inner_demon:

For hours Alex had roamed to a point where she'd built up a comfortable burn. Tightened muscles from a long day on ones feet, she'd browsed much of the city and met a fair share of people. Several stores and regions had beautiful content crafted from one of the finest elements, or had practicing mutants. From pyromancy chefs to healing clerics countless variety filled the streets. Alex had befriended many of them, some were honest some were coy. The obsidian widow had weaved her web well already in just hours of time. She was not about to start an insurrection but progress was indisputable though perhaps not as direct as she'd have liked.

At some point though a difference was identified, a perplexing subtle change. Imagine looking at a sun dial, but rather then directing on say one o clock like it should it rested on one o one. Might not notice this change, so a shadow was off or vaguely thicker who cares? Such unidentifiable anomaly is to discreet to be of note. Alex though had a constant eye sight a unique vision that made her pay attention to obscure things. Movies didn't do it for her she observed the world instead and this change intrigued her. She played oblivious not so much as a twitch of the body or swaying glance of an eye.

Her day continued stopping for a steak prepped by a man of graying hair and an enlarged nose. An animal based mutant of keen smell. "I know just when to consider it to your liking. Don't say a word." And indeed Alex did not and she wasn't disappointed by her silence. From her scent he'd deciphered who she was not in name so much as personality or spirit. The meal proved more divine then she'd ever think to make or order. A healthy tip and heavy praise thirty minutes later Alex left to find a place to sleep.

She was met by a woman who was particularly racist and judgmental. Ridiculing a variety of humans and their powered supporters. A group of vigilantes in Gothic was a favored topic. How foolish were they to dress up and play hero. To the ravings Alex laughed most of it a farce some of it honest. After some time the archer retreated to her room, where she showered and painted nails continuing to play unaware. As she eventually laid her head down her eyes closed but her entire body was alert. Guests expected in a not so distant future.

Man.

Apex is the most Maverick of all the people who joined me. She plays the role incredibly well.

@maverick_6: OMG that just made my day :D

@apex_: It had taken some time, but he had found his target. He always did; his useful ability to track an individual by even the faintest impression of her mental signature is what made him so valuable to the master. He was further slowed by his efforts to remain silent and unseen; Venezuela was now the mutant homeland, but it was unlikely that the population was so progressive that a demon-possessed silverback gorilla would have been able to openly walk the streets without causing some manner of disturbance.

So it was that the malevolent beast found himself squatting on the roof opposite the building in which Alex was spending the night. Baleful gazed fixed upon the window, he waited until the lights were extinguished and occupant was seemingly asleep. His predatory mind considered the possibility that she was not, of course, but his bloodlust and arrogant dismissal of all creatures material won out over any inherent sense of caution. Flinging himself silently across the gulf between buildings, his massive form shattered window and frame alike. Landing in the room with an animalistic bellow of fury, he immediately sprang to the bedside and brought both treelike arms downward in a crushing blow, seeking to shatter both the piece of furniture and its occupant.

@ape_x:

A few minutes pass and soft chocolate eyes fade ever so slightly open watching the shadows. The blinds had been left open letting the silver moonlight paint the room with a light blue tone. She didn't need light though to watch shadows or the like however as it turned out. A loud thud was made, the sound of something large and leaping. Whoever or whatever was attacking her was clearly massive in size. That sound was enough to start moving though, a roll right off the bed and the archer had dropped to the floor with a thud.

Her quiver and it's harness had been lying on the floor in wait. It hurt landing on it but a few bruises wouldn't slow her down and made it so she was instantly equipped. The sound of a rupturing wall and shattering glass was heard as fingers coiled around the bow. A shard of glass managed to be propelled into the cheek of the archer as she rose to a knee the pain ignored as she began to reach for an arrow. Massive arms like a trunk of a tree in size began to pulverize the bed at a feverish rate. Wood splinters as the bed shatters under the mighty swings. And keen eyesight identifies her assailant.

It was not a man that attacked her but an ape. It's size dwarfed her it's shadow darkened almost the entire room. Man woman beast or child though a survivor a soldier had to be willing to confront whatever came. So unflinching she released an arrow tactfully shooting for the eye of the beast but also the blanket floating in the air. A gorilla would easily be more durable and strong distance was ideal. Limiting sight was a decent opening move. Knowing the world she operated in she couldn't count on a kill shot being a kill shot. The arrow pierced the blanket with ease and then went for the eye of the ape. It's keen edge would easily pierce the creature how deep it'd go she didn't know. Her draw weight though was only a hundred pounds not able to dawn her exosuit at this time. Alex did notice however that she'd drawn the bow string with ease, her exo was making her body comfortable with a draw that should have been tense on the muscles.

@apex_: X was several blows into his attack before he realized that his target was not where he had expected her to be; in his rage, he had managed to destroy little more than a piece of furniture. His mistake was almost a very costly one, as his ears detected the twang of what could only be a bowstring in the surrounding darkness of the room. In a desperate, near-reflex action, he jerked his massive head to the side, which prevented him in losing the use of the eye that was the arrow's intended target. The attack was still costly, however, as the razor-edged tip gouged along his forehead, resulting in a thick stream of simian blood that flowed into both his eyes and momentarily blinded him.

Howling in fury, the daemonic primate flung the shattered remnants of the bed in the direction from which the arrow came with one great arm, while the other worked furiously to clear his vision. Having one's prey draw first blood was not a good omen, but the monster was determined that he would draw last blood in this battle. His master may have wanted a prisoner to interrogate, but the broken body of a neutralized threat would be a acceptable alternative.

@ape_x:

She begrudgingly admitted to herself she'd need to contain from usins an arrow variety. If she was to pose as a potential allie and not a threat then she couldn't use exsplosives. Potent weaponry would come off more as the attacker then the defender. If she was restraining ammo variation and lacked time to dawn her exosuit however then she would need distance. On an optimistic note her arrows had shown able to pierce her opponents flesh she could inflict harm using standard arrows. Blood obstructing the apes vision he went for the bed flinging it her way with brutal force.

She'd rolled to the right escaping direct impact but not entirely avoiding harm. The action was both a weakness and a strength when the bed was thrown. Do to previous dammage the bed couldn't impact all that hard, as immediately it erupted in dozens of smaller parts unable to maintain a more large form. This however gave a fragmentation effect various pieces of wood pelting the archers body leaving bruises and the ocasional splinter. The throw and roll allowed her however to circle arround where she was then able to grip her arrow from before.

The removal was swift and angular deliberately done in it's particular fashion. This was for the build up of drywall dust on the arrow and it's tip. The space wasn't large the dust would still linger upon or arround the arrow. Drywall was an irritant on contact, inhalation or getting it in the eyes even more so. The amount wasn't to much it's effectiveness would be mitigated by that fact. However Alex did fire the arrow perfectly straight with no rotation the arrow held as much of the particles as it could. She fired deliberately at center mass, he was a large primate mobility was a challenge. This would mean that no matter what direction he'd move, he likely would still be in the target area. A second arrow was drawn and fired intending to clip the ceiling fan and cause it to drop hopefully on the head of a stunned primate. Further drywall dust raining down to also attempt to amplify the effectiveness.

@apex_:

@dreadpool10:

I've allready given myself to the Lara Side! Complete with fighting animals who may or may not deserve it lol.

...I did just realize that you're currently fighting two of my animal-type alts, lol.

@necrommander: lol it's best with Apex though considering how many wolves bears dinosaurs and so on have tried to maelstrom Lara

@apex_: Let's just roll with "we totally planned it that way." ;)

@necrommander: well of course we did it ain't based on where the underscores are!

@apex_:

His quarry was quick; frustratingly quick. X had managed to more or less clear his vision as she came up behind him. Spinning with his animalistic agility, his simian countenance split in a grin that carried traces of the demonic soul within. He was ready for her first shot, the one that aimed for the center of his mass. Not making another futile effort to evade the projectile, knowing now that his massive form was as much hindrance as help is such tight quarters, he instead snapped one hairy arm downward with the speed of the wild, slapping the arrow out of midair before it could further damage him.

"Time to die, mortal fleshling," the beast growled in a deep baritone, the unsuitability of the gorilla's lips giving the human words a grating, unsettling quality. He was not able to expand upon his statement further, however, for if his host body was quick of reflex, it was slow of wit, and only too late did he realized that the second shot, the one that flew over his head, was not a miss fired in panic, but a direct hit launched by a mind that could be as deviously subtle as his own. He grunted as the ceiling fan cracked against his thick skull. While this was a momentary distraction at best, the drywall dust that then proceeded to sting his eyes and irritate his nostrils proved far more tactically devastating.

His rage getting the better of him once again, the maddened beast sprung forward, massive arms flung wide, seeking to close to melee and crush the life from the being whose very existence began to mock him.

@ape_x:

She was agile and strong but only so by human standards, the issue was in strength. She might outrun a gorilla but she couldn't match his might. More pressing though was she didn't have the might to turn arrows into something more. They were fast and hard hitting for a standard archer, she could make a fine Roman jealous but not deliver something akin to bullets. Her arrow had been swatted from the air. Second one was right on target, it was around that time the creature talked. She was made of sterner stuff then that of someone who quivers from a menacing voice. Talking gorillas was new ground enough to get a raised curious brow. "It is easier to find men willing to die, then those who are willing to endure pain with patience. I'm the later case your not following."

It might not have been the finest of witty counters Alex rather liked it however. Seeing a talking ape reminded of a particular movie and an ape named Ceaser. Her quote was one of Julius Ceaser. All jokes aside however focus had to be on the confrontation. What the ape didn't seem to consider was position. He'd come through a window, and began hammering. She fired and grazed him, after moving behind him. Her position was now near the shattered window and wall. Jumping backwards Alex fell a story down.

Further aches and pains but it escaped a forward closing distance move. Now generally Alex kept her teleporting minimal, now however she was in a mutant providence. Using her powers in a fight was a way of telling that she was one of them. To coax other mutants to look to her as a kindred spirit. Even when fighting for her life her mind was calculative and cunning. When Alex fell all evidence pointed at her being followed. The ape was after her, the ape needed to close the distance, he was presently moving forward. Alex fell and while she did she opened a rift before her, looking to have the animal enter the rift. She further tried to press the advantage by pushing the portal into the room so if he tried to abruptly leap back he still might be swallowed.

Her portal opened strategically one mile above where she was now, given the buildings in the imediate area only went up to four or five stories there was a lot of empty space. Space she could use to dawn her exosuit, space that removed the movement advantage of fighting a primate. It was the kind of space that would also kill most things that fell from such a height. For her gorilla rival getting close was ideal for an archer like Alex getting distance was ideal. She however had a trump card in pushing people away or getting distance do to her second mutation.

@apex_: Once again, his foe demonstrated her quickness of wit and foot, as she eluded his grasp and made her egress through the same window that he had smashed his way through, moments before. Fighting the instinct to charge after her, X drew up short, realizing that, as a ranged combatant, she had a distinct advantage in such a wide open space. Additionally, his master did not like public spectacles; if he wished for someone to be messily executed in plain sight, he had far more conventional forces at hand to utilize.

Ultimately, however, the sudden appearance of something his demonic spirit recognized as a portal made up his mind. This was no simple spy; she possessed abilities that would need to be accounted for. While his body was swift and powerful, he had nothing of note that could counter such an ability, and he doubted that the created rift led anywhere beneficial to his physical health. She won this round, then; it was time to withdraw and plan another ambush, now that he had a better grasp of what he faced.

A quick leap to the room's door, a lowered shoulder, and the flimsy bit of wood burst from its hinges. By the time that the other occupants of the building poked their own sleepy heads from their own rooms to investigate the noise, the massive, dark shadow had already sped down the hallway and into the stairs, heading up to the roof to make a surreptitious exit from the battlefield. The next time would be different...

@dreadpool10: Sacrifices the thread for the good of all mutant kind ;-P

With stoic reverence veiled behind a militarized suit of black vibranium armor, the Pope of Puerto Cabello stood in silence along a bank. Just off in the distance a black silhouette, partially visible, partially submerged, rested in the bay. To his left flowed the ceremonial colors of a commemorative flag honoring the fallen heroes of the Homeland Invasion. Nestled in the crutch of his arm the unusual spectacle of his versatile helmet rested with distinction. His boot purposefully pawed at the decorative granite surface as a momentary daydream transported his visual perception back to a time of fire and ash, battle and death. The once mighty bridge was ablaze. Heroes, villains, and invaders had all bled together in a chaotic ball of madness no longer capable of distinguishing ideological supremacy. Had Charlemagne ignited the war when he slayed its beloved messiah Xenon? Had the Chancellor's inability to maintain significant alliances brought about the end of his reign? Was the Shogun, then Strigidae 23, a true mutant messiah destine to rule?

Ali Sani Bashir had been there in the beginning, fighting alongside an unlikely assortment of mutant brethren who found inspiration in Ivana's radical mutant philosophy. But it would come at great personal coast. Bashir's entire family found themselves the victims of the legendary mutant murderer Charlemagne. Cut down in their home while the xenophobic mercenary attempted to flee the conflict. Coincidentally, miles away, the then General Bashir and his men had apprehended the other LeBeau, Charlemagne's son, Lucian. Along with his state of the art vessel, Odessey Dawn.

And while history understandably relishes in the war's most prolific battle, the battle of the Bridge of Appeal, it was never the less a war of multiple fronts expressed through topographical escalation. Bashir and his crew along with many others, discovered new found fame and political prestige as reward for their contributions during the war. It was then that the Vibranium Kraken saw an opportunity. With the loyalty of his crew and the sheer firepower of the Odyssey Dawn in his control, Ali parlayed that prestige into a form of amnesty as he and his men have retrofitted the Odyssey Dawn into an underwater war-machine. Pirating the waters off Venezuela, attacking anything or one who wasnt directly affiliated with the Shogunate or the mutant cause. Either or based purely off the discretion of the mutant marauders. But always loyal to the Shogun, the messiah.

Time....the enemy of love.....

A masterful feast of assorted nourishments lay spread out across a Portuguese tile antique dining table. Its presentation, inspired by artistic fulfillment and a chef's pride, was simply nothing short of brilliant. And yet Bashir's apathetic expression lent itself to more pressing matters. An aloof eye arch silently ushered the meal away as he continued to brood. Only speaking after having propped his chin up with overlapped hands.

"First Gothic then the archer....Mr. Savage. Wasted investment of time, manpower, and resources with nothing.... " his estuary English accent lingering as he got up from behind his desk and moved towards a series of monitors and a masked crewmen. Images of Spain, Gothic City, the White House lawn, and some unknown location in the middle east continuously streamed across them all. "...absolutely nothing to show for it. The Shogunate is no better off for Ivana having undertaking these exercises in failure. If anything we've shown ourselves to be unfocused."Curling his arms behind his back before invading the silent henchman's personal space. Searching out signs of weakness or betrayal. Such anti-Shogun redirect was tantamount to treason. "Ivana has lost her way." Slipping on his helmet. "There's a serpent in her ear and he must be removed...."his voice instantly augmented by the acoustics of his helmet. "Locate Arrachtach......."

@ali_sani_bashir: G-mode.

@adam_one: Thanks lol

:O thats a freaky gif girl

@ali_sani_bashir: I went looking for shocked cat and found that one lol. Not really sure it fits as well as shocked cat but... it made me laugh so it got posted ;-P

@the_shogun: Its funny as hell

@ali_sani_bashir: It really is hehe.

Super hyped about this BTW. Love the new character and loved your post.

@ali_sani_bashir:

Porlamar City

Arrachtach loved the beach. It did not love him. A thick coat of blue fur didn't go well with sun and sand. But he loved it anyway.

And so he had built a laboratory there. In the fortified basement of a elegant beach house lay vials and breakers and test tubes and petri dishes.

There he labored, mixing concoctions and alchemical potions born of the fruits of the fringes of science.

Magnets hummed about his latest creation. Frictionless fluid bubbled up unbidden from the rim of a glass breaker to be caught in the invisible hand of magnetism, floating in glistening silver drops above the cluttered table.

He set back and laughed, admiring the sight. It was no scientific breakthrough. The principles were all known, the theorems exact. It had no practical purpose.

But sometimes he liked to create something anyway. Just for the joy of it.

To see an idea flow from his mind to his fingers and from his fingers to his tools and from his tools into reality; that was entertainment. That was fun.

He smiled, leaning back on his wooden stool (scorched from experiment gone wrong last week), blissfully ignorant of the forces that gathered in the darkness of the waters.

Forces that knew his name.

"Oh day and night-" He quoted, watching the drops drift like tiny moons in the gloom. "-but this is wondrous strange."

@arrachtach said:

@ali_sani_bashir:

Porlamar City

Arrachtach loved the beach. It did not love him. A thick coat of blue fur didn't go well with sun and sand. But he loved it anyway.

And so he had built a laboratory there. In the fortified basement of a elegant beach house lay vials and breakers and test tubes and petri dishes.

There he labored, mixing concoctions and alchemical potions born of the fruits of the fringes of science.

Magnets hummed about his latest creation. Frictionless fluid bubbled up unbidden from the rim of a glass breaker to be caught in the invisible hand of magnetism, floating in glistening silver drops above the cluttered table.

He set back and laughed, admiring the sight. It was no scientific breakthrough. The principles were all known, the theorems exact. It had no practical purpose.

But sometimes he liked to create something anyway. Just for the joy of it.

To see an idea flow from his mind to his fingers and from his fingers to his tools and from his tools into reality; that was entertainment. That was fun.

He smiled, leaning back on his wooden stool (scorched from experiment gone wrong last week), blissfully ignorant of the forces that gathered in the darkness of the waters.

Forces that knew his name.

"Oh day and night-" He quoted, watching the drops drift like tiny moons in the gloom. "-but this is wondrous strange."

I like it.

@dreadpool10: Thanks :-)